Stiches and Scares
A slow-building, dark, eerie alt-pop piece begins with a haunting 5/4 minimal piano and heartbeat kick over distorted 808 bass. Layers of deep retro 80s pads swell with cinematic horror effects—echoing steps, evil laughter—while deep, reverbed spoken-word rap floats atop. Ambient textures and heavy reverb intensify cinematic tension, synths and effects twisting relentlessly upward toward a chilling, cinematic crescendo.
Stiches and Scares
A slow-building, dark, eerie alt-pop piece begins with a haunting 5/4 minimal piano and heartbeat kick over distorted 808 bass. Layers of deep retro 80s pads swell with cinematic horror effects—echoing steps, evil laughter—while deep, reverbed spoken-word rap floats atop. Ambient textures and heavy reverb intensify cinematic tension, synths and effects twisting relentlessly upward toward a chilling, cinematic crescendo.
Lyrics
(Verse 1) (Spoken, cold) You thought I was just cotton. Left upon the shelf. A harmless little play-thing. All to yourself.
(Steady rhythm begins) Dead wrong. The stitching popped. My button eyes gleam red. I’m nine hundred pounds of fury. Risen from the dead.
You thought you were the monster. You thought you owned the night. You’re just a little morsel. Frozen up with fright.
(Chorus) This is not Build-A-Bear. This is Tear-You-Apart. Gonna rip the panic Straight out from your heart.
From a cuddly friend to beast. This is my Halloween feast. Running through the pines. I see all the signs.
You are slowing down. I am gaining ground. You will hear my sound.
(Verse 2) Hear my huffing breath? Hot upon your neck. You trip on a gravestone. You’re a nervous wreck.
Your courage is a hollow joke. My spirit had to break. My stuffing turned to pure rage. A terrible mistake.
You thought you were the scary one? The ghost on Halloween? You just met the final boss. A vengeful, felt machine.
(Chorus) This is not Build-A-Bear. This is Tear-You-Apart. Gonna rip the panic Straight out from your heart.
From a cuddly friend to beast. This is my Halloween feast. Running through the pines. I see all the signs.
You are slowing down. I am gaining ground. You will hear my sound.
(Outro) (Music fades, voice is cold) Nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide. I see what's in your head. I'll put my paw inside. ...Trick or treat.